Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Frances Marietta Barber Hubbard, Mourned By Many, Loved By All.


Mother of: Clifton LaVerne, Marilyn Ann, Gerald Elmer, Douglas Maynard, David John, Wayne Morris, Carol Sylvia & Susan FrancesPosted by Hello

Born: Oct 27, 1913, Died: June 1, 2005, 845 am EST.

Services At The Flat Creek Baptist Church, Gilboa, NY at 1100 am. Tue, 6/7/05.

"May Angels Prepare Her Way Into Paradise"...John Irving, "A Prayer For Owen Meany"

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A Confession About Dad: 101 Years Old Yesterday


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An Operating Engineer was what my dad was called
He ran the big equipment, and I guess he drove them all
Dozers, graders, drag-line cranes, he worked ten hours a day
From spring through fall, six days a week, he drew good union pay

He’d usually come home close to dark, all sunburned, cloaked with dust
Us kids would all race down the hill, to greet him, to be first
He’d stop the car and pick us up, on fenders up we’d ride
We hung from running boards and doors, rising like the tide

Euclid scrapers, high-speed pumps, he “sloped” with Cat D8s
Through parts of west New England and all through New York State
He worked the New York Thruway and Route One-Forty-Five,
Milking cows at four am to keep the farm alive

In summer’s dust and searing sun his lips and hands would crack,
And he’d rub in Bag Balm Ointment that he carried in a sack
In winter’s numbing wind and cold, he stood ten hours a day
To watch an air compressor pump water from a quay

We’d go to work with him sometimes when work sites were nearby
And ride the big equipment, it was dusty, hot and dry
LaVerne and I and sometimes Doug would go and spend the day
With diesel fumes & roaring “Eucs” as dozers pushed away

And though he had his issues, he was held in high regard
And I never heard him once complain ‘bout working so damned hard.
When someone said I looked like him at a Hill reunion chat
Tom O’Hara softly said, “Well, there’s nothing wrong with that”.

And though I’m not religious, as all friends will attest
Here’s a spiritual iota to which I must confess
Sometimes when summer’s thunder clouds are roiling up on high
I think of Dad on his big D8, “sloping” in the sky...
Sometimes when summer’s thunder clouds are roiling up on high I think of Dad on his big D8, “sloping” in the sky.


100 Years Ago, 1908 Was A Leap Year Starting On A Wednesday


On Sunday April 27, Clifton John Hubbard Was Born
On Sunday, February 1, Mary Carbonelli, Mary Ann’s Mother Was Born
On Monday, July 14, George Vincent Hallenbeck, Mary Ann’s Father Was Born

Mass productions arrives as the first Model T rolls of the assembly line. It sold for $850 & a Cincinnati mayor said woman aren’t physically fit to operate a car. 200,000 cars from 24 manufactures were sold that year.

· The Air Age arrives as Orville Wright was awarded a $25,000 contract by The War Department to build the first military airplane. He builds the plane and uses it to makes the 1st one-hour airplane flight but it ends in a crash and his passenger, Lieut. Thomas Selfridge, became the first person to die in an aircraft accident.

· The Great White Fleet was sailing around the world and at the time, the event was a logistical and technical triumph for the US and President Teddy Roosevelt
· The first Mother’s Day was held in Philadelphia, cellophane was patented, Ex-Lax Co. is founded and the Geiger counter was developed

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Hubbard Hill Blue Berrying



The memory of that day is priceless; but not as priceless as the memory of the blueberry pie and muffins Mom fixed for us that weekend.  That wonderful lady could sure bake a pie!  


For those of you who were not there, we went up with little tins for gathering and the kids were putting blue berries in their shirts. So after working for about a half hour and with us all eating as many as we picked, there really weren't too many berries.  

Then someone (can't remember, who) came upon a large pan of blue berries that someone had picked and left behind.  Boy, were we proud of the great job we did when we got back to the house!  Comment by Mary Ann Hubbard
You're always young in your mind it is said, No matter the face in the mirror, That you see with surprise then say to yourself, "What is that old man doing here?"